




WHICH? 

Which is Lucy Locket? 
Which is Kitty Fisher? 
Whieh is Little Jack Horner? 
Which is Mrs. Horner? 



AND WHICH? 

Which, is Bobby Shaf to ? 
Which is Little Boy Blue? 
Which is Little Miss Muffet? 
Which is Mrs. Muffet ? 



Journeys in Story-Land 


* 


Journeys in Story -Land 


By 

JAMES h;'yan sickle 

AND 

WILHELMINA SEEGMILLER 

Assisted By 
FRANCES JENKINS 

With Illustrations by 
MAGINEL WRIGHT ENRIGHT 



BOSTON AND NEW YORK 

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY 
iBltbersfitie Cambridge 

1922 



COPYRIGHT, I9II, by HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY 
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 


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BETTY’S DOLLY 

This is Betty’s dolly. 
Betty sings this song. 

THIS IS THE WAY 
This is the way 
I wash her clothes, 
Wash her clothes, 

Wash her clothes; 

This is the way 
I wash her clothes. 

So early in the morning. 



This is the way 
I iron her clothes, 
Iron her clothes, 
Iron her clothes ; 



This is the way 
I iron her clothes. 

So early in the morning. 

This is the way 
I scrub her floor. 

Scrub her floor. 

Scrub her floor; 

This is the way 
I scrub her floor. 

So early in the morning. 



This is the way 
I sweep her house, 
Sweep her house, 

Sweep her house; 

This is the way 
I sweep her house, 

So early in the morning. 



This is the way 
I bake her cake. 

Bake her cake, 

Bake her cake ; 

This is the way 
I bake her cake, 

So early in the morning 



This is the way 
I take her to call, 

Take her to call, 

Take her to call; 

This is the way 
I take her to call, 

So early in the morning, 



This is the way 
I take her to ride. 

Take her to ride. 

Take her to ride ; 

This is the way 
I take her to ride, 

So early in the morning, 




PEEK-A-BOO, MOON 

Peek-a-boo, moon, we ’ll see you soon ; 

Bebind a cloud you are. 
Peek-a-boo, moon, we ’ll see you soon ; 
Moon and a twinkling star. 


DID YOU EVER? 


Did you ever see the daisies nod, 
Daisies nod, daisies nod ; 

Did you ever see the daisies nod, 
On a summer morning ? 

One little, two little. 

Three little daisies ; 

Four little, five little, 

Six little daisies ; 

Seven little, eight little, 
Nine little daisies. 

On a summer morning. 



DID YOU EVEE? 


Did you ever hear the birdies sing, 
Birdies sing, birdies sing ; 

Did you ever hear the birdies sing. 
On a summer morning ? 

One little, two little, 

Three little birdies; 

Four little, five little, 

Six little birdies ; 

Seven little, eight little. 

Nine little birdies. 

On a summer morning. 



DID YOU EVEE? 


Did you ever go hippity hop, 
Hippity hop, hippity hop; 
Did you ever go hippity hop. 
On a summer morning ? 

One little, two little. 

Three little hip-hops ; 
Four little, five little. 

Six little hip-hops ; 
Seven little, eight little. 
Nine little hip-hops. 

On a summer morning. 




O SINGING WIND! 

I have seen the daisies nod to you, 
And how down in the sod to you, 

O singing wind ! 

Do they whisper, “ Come and play,” 
to you ? 

Please tell me what they say to you, 
O singing wind 1 



BUSY 

Busy was the little bird, 

Busy was the bee ; 

Busy was the little brook, 
Eunning to the sea. 

“Tweet, tweet!” said the little bird. 
“ Buzz, buzz ! ” said the bee. 

“ Babble, bubble ! ” said the brook, 
Eunning to the sea. 



LITTLE BIRD 


Little bird, little bird, 
Swinging in the tree; 
Little bird, little bird, 
Sing a song to me. 

Little bird, little bird. 
Sing about the rain; 
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat. 

On the window-pane. 


Little bird, little bird, 
Sing about the sun; 
Shining, shining. 

When the rain is done. 


A EAINBOW 

Have you heard the raindrops patter, 
Little one ? 

Have you seen the raindrops falling 
In the sun ? 

Have you seen a rainbow shining 
In the sky ? 

Was it like a pretty ribbon 
Hung on high ? 


EHYMES OF THE MEADOW 

Daisies dot the meadow sod, 

And they nod and nod and . 

The brook goes running to the sea, 
And says, “ A river I shall 

A pretty bird up in a tree 
Sings and sings and sings to . 

Have you seen eggs one, two, three. 
In a gray nest in a ? 

One, two, three, and four, and five. 

Bees are coming from the . 

Two, three, four, and five, and then 
Six, seven, eight, and nine, and , 


EHYMES OF SUN AND RAIN 

Do you like to hear the rain, 

Falling on the window ? 

Have you seen rain, little one. 

Falling, falling in the ? 

Have you seen a shining rainbow 
In the sky ? 

Was it like a pretty ribbon 
Hung on ? 

Do you like to see the sun 
Shining when the rain is ? 

We hippity hop in the summer sun. 
And we often sing, when the rain 


IS 


OVEE IN THE MEADOW 


Over in the meadow, 

Where the brook runs blue 
The sheep says, “ Baa ! ” 

And the cow says, “ Moo ! ” 


Over in the meadow. 

In a nest in the tree ; 
“ Tweet, tweet, tweet ! ” 
Say the birdies three. 

Over in the meadow. 
Sings the honeybee; 

“ Buzz, buzz, buzz ! ” 

He sings to me. 



THE GRANDPA CLOCK 


Tick-tock, Grandpa Clock I 
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! 


Dolly, do you see this clock ? 
It is a Grandpa Clock. 

It says, “ Tick-tock,” all day. 

It says, “ Tick-tock,” all night. 
Tick-tock, Grandpa Clock! 
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! 


GEANDPA CLOCK 

Grandpa Clock, out in the hall. 
You are very, very tall ; 

All the night and day you go 
With a sound that’s very slow. 
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! 

And I love you. Grandpa Clock. 
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! 


THE CUCKOO CLOCK 
Tick-tock, Cuckoo Clock! 
Tick-tock, tick-tock! 


Dolly, do you see this clock ? 
It is a Cuckoo Clock. 

It says, “ Tick-tock,” all day. 
It says, “Tick-tock,” all night. 
Tick-tock, Cuckoo Clock ! 
Tick-tock, tick-tock! 


CUCKOO CLOCK 

Cuckoo Clock, up on the wall, 

You are very, very small; 

All the night and day you tick 
With a sound that’s very quick. 
Tick-tock, tick-tock ! Tick-tock, tick-tock I 
And I love you. Cuckoo Clock ! 
Tick-tock, tick-tock ! 


DAISIES 


At evening when I go to bed 
I see the stars shine overhead; 

They are the little daisies white 
That dot the meadow of the night. 

And often while I ’m dreaming so, 
Across the sky the Moon will go ; 

It is a lady, sweet and fair. 

Who comes to gather daisies there. 

Frank Dempster Sherman. 


The Lady Moon gathers the sky daisies. 
She drops them into the meadows. 

We see them there in the morning. 



DAISIES 














TEN LITTLE CHICKENS 

One little, two little, 

Three little chickens; 
Four little, five little. 

Six little chickens ; 

Seven little, eight little. 
Nine little chickens; 

Ten little chickens, oh ! 

There were ten little chickens. 
All in a line; 

One was lost. 

And then there were nine. 



WHAT CAN THE MATTEE BE? 


Dear, dear ! 

What can the matter be ? 
A little chick is lost 
Out under the apple tree. 



WHAT THE MOTHER HEN SAID 


Cluck, cluck ! 

Where is my little chick ? 
Cluck, cluck! 

I must find it, quick ! 


WHAT THE ROOSTER SAID 

“ Cock-a-doodle-doo ! 

Whose chick are you?” 

“ I am little Betty’s chick.” 

“ Cock-a-doodle-doo ! ” 



WHAT BETTY SAID 

Where, oh, where, did my little chick go ? 
Where, oh, where, can it be ? 

The mother hen loves it and I love it too ; 
Where, oh, where, can it be ? 



THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT 

This is the house 
That Jack built. 

These are the crumbs 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 

These are the chicks 
That ate the crumbs 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 




This is the hen 
That loved the chicks ^ 

That ate the crumbs 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 

This is the girl 
That fed the hen 
That loved the chicks 
That ate the crumbs 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 

THEY LOVED ONE ANOTHER 

The ten white chicks, 

The white chicks’ mother, 

And little Betty White, 

They loved one another. 





MARCHING 

Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub ! 
Marching, here we come. 
Harry blows the bugle ; 
Charlie beats the drum. 
Rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub ! 



THE SWING 

How do you like to go up in a swing, 
Up in the air so blue? 

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing 
Ever a child can do ! 


Robert Louis Stevenson. 



Seesaw ! Up we go I 
Up, up, and down ! 
Now we see the river; 
Now we see the town. 



TO THE BAKEE’S SHOP 
A hippity hippity hop ! Heigh-ho ! 
Away to the baker’s shop we go ! 
The baker makes buns ; 

They are two for a penny. 

If you have n’t the money, 
You cannot get any. 

A hippity hippity hop I 



TO THE BLACKSMITH’S SHOP 

A liippity hippity hop ! Heigh-ho ! 
Away to the blacksmith’s shop we go ! 
If you have a pony 
That’s lost a shoe, 

You can get her another 
All shining and new. 

A hippity hippity hop ! 





TO THE TAILOR’S SHOP 

A hippity hippity hop ! Heigh-ho ! 
Away to the tailor’s shop we go ! 
The tailor says, 

« What suit shall it be ? ” 

“ A blue sailor suit 
Is the kind for me.” 

A hippity hippity hop ! 



HAEK! HAEK! 

Hark! Hark! The dogs do hark; 
The circus is coming to town ; 
The elephant and the kangaroo, 
The monkey and the clown. 


HERE GOES THE TRAIN 

Toot, toot ! Toot, toot ! Here goes 
the train ! 

Come, sit here by the window-pane. 
And see the pretty things that look 
Like pictures in a picture book. 

Look at the houses running by. 

And see the trees that past us fiy ! 

N ow there are flowers and song birds, too. 
And over there a brook runs blue. 
Here is a meadow and there a hill. 
And here is a river, and now a mill. 
See the chickens with the mother hen ! 
And now come houses and trees again. 
There ’s a station big and brown ; 

And here we are at Grandpa’s town. 


WHAT I LIKE 


I like to see tlie birdies 
Go flying to the tree. 

I say, “ Dear little birdies, 
Please sing a song to me.” 


I like to see the blue brook 
Go running to the sea. 

I like to hear it singing 
Its pleasant song to me. 


I like to see in the evening 
The stars shine in the sky; 
And up, up over the houses 
The big round moon go by. 


I like to see the daisies 
At night up in the sky. 

I find them in the meadow ; 
They nod as I go by. 


I like rain when the sun shines ; 

For I know that by and by 
We’ll see a pretty rainbow 
Like a ribbon in the sky. 


I like to hear the dogs bark, 
When the circus comes to town 
For then I see the monkey, 

The elephant, and the clown. 


I like to hear the slow sound 
Made by the Grandpa Clock ; 
All night and day it is saying, 
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock ! 


I like to go a-marching ; 

As we go round and round, 
I like to make the drum beat 
And hear the bugle sound. 


I like to play at seesaw ; 

As I go up and down, 

I see the hill and river. 

And then I see the town. 


THE KED FIRE 


Pleasant summer over 

And all the summer flowers; 
The red fire blazes, 

The gray smoke towers. 

Robert Louis Stevensoh. 




THE WHITE SNOW 

The leaves have been falling, falling. 
The birds have gone away. 

Gone, too, are the flowers of su mm er. 
The white snow came to-day. 



A CHRISTMAS DREAM 
A little boy was dreaming, 

Up in his little bed; 

He dreamed he saw a Christmas tree, 
Shining from foot to head. 

So when his dream was over. 

What did that little boy do ? 

He went and looked in at the door 
And found his dream was true. 



EOCK, MY BABY 



OLD TALES 


My Grandpa says that long ago, 
Before he was a man, 

His Grandma told my tales to him 
As only grandmas can. 

And long before he was a boy, 

In lands across the sea, 

The boys and girls were told the tales 
That now he tells to me. 

So when my Grandpa reads a tale 
Or tells a tale to me, 

I know it is as old, as old, 

As old as it can be. 





Kitty said to Lucy Locket, 

“ Lucy, did you lose a pocket ? ” 
Lucy said, “Oh, have you found it. 
My pocket with a ribbon round it ? ” 


LUCY 

Lucy Locket lost a pocket. 

Kitty Fisher found it. 

Not a penny was there in it. 
But a ribbon round it. 



LITTLE MISS MUEFET 
Little Miss Muffet 
Sat on a tuffet 
Eating of curds and whey ; 

There came a black spider, 

And sat down beside her, 

And frightened Miss Muffet away. 


A SPIDEE WEB 



Once a spider spun a web, 

Spun a web, spun a web. 

Once a spider spun a web. 

On a summer day. 

When the spider’s web was done, 
Web was done, web was done, 
When the spider’s web was done, 
The spider said, “ I ’ll play.” 

And so the spider spun a line. 
Spun a line, spun a line. 

And so the spider spun aline. 

To take a swing, they say. 



And then, I ’ve heard, a little girl, 
A little girl, a little girl. 

And then, I ’ve heard, a little girl 
Had no curds and whey. 


LITTLE JACK HORNEE 




Little Jack Homer 


Sat in a comer 
Eating a Christmas pie ; 

He put in his thumb 
And took out a plum, 

And said, « What a big boy am I ! ” 



BOBBY SHAFTO 


Bobby Shaf to ’s gone to sea, 

With silver buckles at his knee; 

In other lands strange things he ’ll see- 
Pretty Bobby Shaf to ! 



TO LONDON TOWN 


One foot np and the other foot down, 
That is the way to London Town, 

To London Town, London Town; 
One foot up and the other foot down. 
That is the way to London Town. 

One foot up and the other foot down, 
That’s the way home from London 
Town, 

From London Town, London Town ; 
One foot up and the other foot down, 
That’s the way home from London 
Town. 



Once there was a little hoy. 

He was Little Boy Blue. 

Little Boy Blue was a shepherd boy. 


He watched the cows and the sheep 
in the field. 

One day Little Boy Blue went to sleep 
under a haycock. 

By and by there came a little bird. 

He came to sing in the apple tree. 

He saw the sheep in the meadow. 

He saw the cows in the corn. 



He saw Little Boy Blue asleep 
under the haycock. 

The little bird sang very softly. 

He sang very, very softly, oh, so softly. 

He sang, “I must not wake Boy Blue; 
he is asleep under the haycock.” 

By and by there came a second little 
bird. 

He came to sing in the apple tree. 

He saw the sheep in the meadow. 

He saw the cows in the corn. 

He saw Little Boy Blue asleep 
under the haycock. 

He saw the first little bird singing 
in the apple tree. 

The second little bird sang to the first 
little bird. 



Then the first little bird sang 
to the second little bird. 

They sang very softly. 

SECOJfD Bird : Where is the little hoy 
that looks after the sheep ? 

First Bird : He is under the hay- 
cock fast asleep. 

SECOiirD Bird : Will you wake him ? 

First Bird: No, not I; for, if I did, 
he would be sure to cry. 

Then the two little birds fiew away. 



By and by there came a third little bird. 

He came to sing in the apple tree. 

He saw the sheep in the meadow. 

He saw the cows in the corn. 

He saw Little Boy Blue asleep 
under the haycock. 

Then the third little bird sang. 

He sang to Little Boy Blue, 

“Little Boy Blue, 

Little Boy Blue, 

Come blow your horn ! ” 

Louder and louder he sang, 

“ Little Boy Blue, 

Come blow your horn, 

Come blow your horn ! ” 

But Little Boy Blue did not waken. 

Then the third little bird sang, 
just as loud as he could sing. 



“Little Boy Blue, 

Come blow your horn ; 

The sheep are in the meadow, 
The cows are in the corn. 
Little Boy Blue, 

Come blow your horn, 

Come blow your horn ! ” 



Up jumped Little Boy Blue. 

How he did blow his horn! 

The sheep came back to the field. 

The cows came back, too. 

Then Little Boy Blue heard a bird 
singing. 

He looked up in the apple tree. 

He saw a little bluebird singing. 


The little bluebird sang, 

“I’m a little bird blue. 

I have no horn ; 

But I brought the sheep 
from the meadow, 

And the cows from the corn. 
For I wakened the hoy 
Who looks after the sheep ; 

He was under the haycock 
fast asleep.” 

“ You are a good little shepherd bird,” 
said Little Boy Blue. 



EARLY EVERY MORNING 
Early every morning 
A birdie sings to me, 

“Get up! Get up! Up, up!” 

As plain as plain can be. 

Swinging in the blossoms 
He makes the blossoms snow, 
Singing, “Up! Get up! Up, up! 
O sleepy head, you ’re slow ! ” 



Once there came some honeybees 
Buzzing from the apple trees: 


“Hum! Hum-m!” 

They said, “ The summer sweets we ’ll 
take, 

And of the sweets we ’ll honey make ! 
Hum! Hum-m!” 

The flowers that in the garden grew 
Said, “ Our sweets were made for you.” 
And the bees, one, two, three, four, five. 
Made the honey in the hive. 

“Hum! Hum-m!” 



1. How do the flowers help make honey ? 

2. The flowers give their sweets, 

, And the bees make the honey. 


1. How does the rain help make honey ? 

2. The rain falls on the flowers, 

The flowers give their sweets. 

And the bees make the honey. 

1. How does the sun help make honey ? 

2. The snn shines on the flowers. 

The flowers give their sweets. 

And the bees make the honey. 

They hum and make the honey — 

the sweet, sweet honey. 



SONGS IN THE APPLE TREE 

O birdie in the apple tree, 

Dear birdie, sing a song to me ! 

Yon have a nest and four eggs too, 
Up where the wind is singing, “Oo-oo! ” 
Yon sing songs to the mother bird, 
The sweetest songs I ever heard. 

O birdie in the apple tree. 

Dear birdie, sing a song to me ! 


O bees, that love the apple tree, 

Dear bees, please sing a song to me ! 
You humming go the whole day long ; 
For while you fly, you hum a song ; 
And while you ’re busy, pretty bees. 
You hum songs in the apple trees. 

0 wind up in the apple tree. 

Dear wind, please sing a song to me ! 

1 ’ve heard it ’s you that tell the bees 
When blossoms come to the apple trees. 
You make the blossoms fall like snow; 
Across the sod I see them go. 

O wind, bee, birdie, sing to me ! 

For I love the songs of the apple tree. 



THE LITTLE RED HEN 

A little red hen was looking 
for something to eat. 

She found some grains of wheat. 
She said, 

“ Cluck, cluck ! Cluck, cluck ! 
These grains I ’ll sow. 

The sim will shine. 

The wind will blow; 

And many days 
Of sun and rain 
Will make each one 
A head of grain. 



Who will help me sow the wheat ? ” 
asked Little Red Hen. 

“Not I,” said the duck. 

“Not I,” said the mouse. 

“Not I,” said the pig. 


“ Then I will sow it myself,” 



When the grain was ready to reap, 
Little Eed Hen said, 

« Cluck, cluck ! Cluck, cluck I 
If grains you sow. 

The sun will shine, 

The wind will blow. 

And many days 
Of sun and rain 
Will make each one 
A head of grain. 

Who will help me reap the grain? ” 
asked Little Red Hen. 


“Not I,” said the duck. 



“ Not I,” said the mouse. 

“ Not I,” said the pig. 

“ Then I will reap it myself,” 
said Little Red Hen. 
Andi^she did. 


When the wheat was reaped, 
Little Red Hen said, 


“ The windmill’s arms 
Go round and round. 
And so the grain 
To flour is ground ; 
Now I must take 
The wheat to mill. 
Across the field 
And up the hill. 


Who will help me take the grain 

to the mill?” asked Little Eed Hen. 


« Not I,” said the duck. 

« Not I,” said the mouse. 

“ Not I,” said the pig. 

« Then I will take it 

to the mill myself,” 
said Little Red Hen. 

And she did. 

When the wheat was ground, 
Little Red Hen said, 



“ I ’m ready now 
The bread to bake, 

And I will make 
A big round cake. 

I sowed and reaped 
And ground the wheat; 
Now I ’ll have bread 
And cake to eat. 



Who will help me eat the bread 

and cake?” asked Little Eed Hen. 
“ I,” said the duck. 

“ I,” said the mouse. 

“ I,” said the pig. 

“ No, I will do it myself,” 
said Little Eed Hen. 

And she did. 


WHAT LITTLE EED HEN SAID 


“ I have found some grains of wheat.” 
“ I will sow the wheat myself.” 

“ I will reap the wheat myself.” 

“ I will take the wheat to mill myself.” 


« I will bake the bread and cake myself.” 
« I will eat the bread and cake myself.” 
And she did. 

WHAT THE OTHEES SAH) 

Duck : I wish I had helped. 

Mouse : I wish I had helped. 

Pio : I wish I had helped. 

Duck : I wish I had some cake. 
Mouse : I wish I had some cake. 

Pig : I wish I had some cake. 

All; Oh! Oh! 0-oh! 



THE COCK 


Cock-a-doodle-doo ! 

Cock-a-doodle-doo ! 

It is the farmer’s cock 
you hear. 

This is the cock 

that crows in the morn. 

He calls the farmer. 

Up gets the farmer, and out he goes 
to feed the horses and cattle. 

Then he will sow the wheat. 









The farmer is sowing the wheat. 

Shine, sun, shine brightly ! 

Help the farmer’s wheat to grow. 
Come, wind, and bring the rain ! 

Fall, rain, fall softly ! 

Help the farmer’s wheat to grow. 
Many days of sun and rain 

will bring the farmer golden grain. 



The sun shone brightly. 

The rain fell softly. 

The wheat grew tall and golden. 

Now the wheat is ready to reap. 

See, the wind bows down the golden 
grain. 

The farmer will reap the wheat and 
take it to the mill. 



THE MILL 

This is the mill. 

See its big arms ! 

Eound and round they go 
when the breezes blow. 

Hear them go — flip-flap, 
flip-flap ! 

The miller is at the door. 

“ Heigh ho ! ” he calls, “ have 
you wheat to be ground ? 

Well, the baker shall have flour to-day. 
For the breezes blow, 

and the mill arms go. 

And the old mill likes to work, 
heigh ho!” 



See the buns and the pies 
and the cakes ! 

How good they look ! 

The baker will put some of them 
into the window. 

And some he will put into the cart. 


THE BAKEE’S CAET 



This is the baker’s cart. 

And here is the baker’s boy. 

Early every morning he rides 
from door to door. 

« Good morning,” he says, "do you need 
any bread to-day? 

I have fresh rolls, too, and good 
fresh buns. 

The apple pies are good. Will you 
take one? 

Thank you. And what else will you 
have to-day?” 



He runs the big engine, 
That pulls a long train 


Forty miles an hour, 

Over hill and plain. 

Toot, toot ! goes the v^histle ; 

The hell goes ding-dong ! 
Look out for the train 
As it rushes along ! 


THE FIEEMEN 


They sit at their ease, 

And stories they tell, 

When, clang! the alarm goes. 
And hark! there’s the bell. 

Down drops the harness ! 

The fire horses jump; 

Out goes the engine, 

Clump, clumpety, clump! 

On spring the firemen ! 

“Watch out!” says the gong. 
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! 

As they hurry along. 

A building is burning ; 

But soon there’s a spout 
Of fast flowing water. 

That puts the fire out. 



FEEEY ME ACEOSS THE WATEE 

Girl : Ferry me across the water. 

Do, boatman, do. 

BoATMAisr : If you ’ve a penny in your 
purse, 

I’ll ferry you. 


Giel : I have a penny in my purse, 

And my eyes are blue ; 

So ferry me across the water. 
Do, boatman, do. 

Boatman : Step into my ferry-boat. 

Be they black or blue; 

And for the penny in your purse, 
I ’ll ferry you. 

Christina G. Rossetti. 



A DIAMOND OR A COAL? 

A diamond or a coal ? 

A diamond, if you please ; 

Who cares about a clumsy coal 
Beneath the summer trees? 

A diamond or a coal? 

A coal, sir, if you please; 

One comes to care about the coal 
What time the waters freeze. 

Christina G. Kossetti. 


A DIAMOND, IF YOU PLEASE 

1. Will you have a diamond or a coal? 

2. The sky is blue, and the birds sing. 
What care I for a clumsy coal ? 

I ’ll have a diamond, sir, if you please. 


A COAL, IF YOU PLEASE 

1. Will you have a diamond or a coal? 

2. I ’ll have a coal, sir, if you please. 
One comes to care about the coal 

when the waters freeze. 



m WINTER 

When the birds have gone 
From the summer trees, 
When the winds blow cold 
And the waters freeze. 
Hurrah for the fires 
Of the winter days. 

And hurrah for the coal 
That makes the blaze ! 



When the open fire is bright 
In the evening after tea, 

Then I like to come and sit 
Where the fire can talk to me. 


Frank Dempster Sherman. 


BY THE FIRE 


Do you like to sit by the fire after tea ? 
Do you like to watch the smoke 
from the fire ? 

Where does it go? ( 

It goes up and up and up. 

It drifts away. 

Away over the houses ! 

Away over the tree-tops ! 

Away, away, away ! 

The fire tells beautiful stories. 

Do you ever listen to these stories ? 
The fire makes beautiful pictures. 

Do you ever see these pictures? 

Does the fire make you think 
of the forest? 

The fire log grew in a forest far away. 




THE FOREST 


I 

Once there was a beautiful forest. 
Many trees grew in it. 

They grew straight and tall, and had 
leafy crowns. 


Birds built their nests in the branches. 
Soon there were pretty eggs in the nests. 
Then there were little birds. 

The little birds grew to be big birds. 
Then came the winter, 



and they flew away. 


II 


But there were many more spring- 
times. 



There were new nests. 
There were new eggs. 
Then came little birds. 


The little birds grew to be big birds, 
and flew away. 



So it was again and again, as springs, 
summers, autumns, and winters 
went by. 


Can you think of the trees standing 
straight and tall ? 

Then you will think of wind songs 
and bird songs. 

You will think of the green leaves 

of summer, making leafy roof tops. 

You will think of the bright leaves 
of autumn, drifting, drifting down. 

You will think of the white snows 
of winter, softly, softly falling. 

You will think of the deep roots 
that help the trees stand 
straight and tall. 

And you will think of the green moss 
over the deep roots. 




THE WOODMEN 

I 

Two woodmen made their homes 
in the forest. 

They cut down the tall trees. 

They cut off the houghs. 

So they had logs with which to build 
their houses. 


II 


The woodmen rose before the light. 
All day their axes could he heard 
in the forest. 

The mothers in the houses sang 
at their work. 

They sang the woodman’s song. 





woodman’s sono 




Swing the ax, woodman! 
High each leafy crown; 
Underneath the mosses 
Deep the roots go down. 
Swing the ax, woodman. 
Swing! Swing! 
Through the deep forest, 
Let it ring and ring. 
Swing the ax, woodman! 
Swing! Swing! 



The children sang, too. 

They liked to play they were woodmen. 
They played they had axes. 

They would swing the axes as they sang. 
They would swing and sing, and swing 
and sing. 

Ill 

One day the two woodmen sat down 
to rest. 

They sat on a log and talked together. 
First Woodman: What a big log this is! 
Second Woodman: Yes, this was once 
a tall tree. 

It grew very straight, too, 

First Woodman: It has had many 
nests in its branches. 

Second Woodman: The birds have 
now all left the nests. 


They are singing far away. 
First Woodman: Where do yon think 
this log will go? 

Second Woodman: It will go down 
the river when spring comes. 
First Woodman: Yes, I know. It will 
go to the mill. 

But where will it go after that? 
Second Woodman: It may help build 
a house. 

First Woodman: It may help build 
a ship. 

Second Woodman: It may make 
a baby’s cradle. 

First Woodman: It may make a fire. 
Second Woodman: Yes, it may. 

Children may gather round it 
in the long winter evenings. 


First Woodman: It will help some 
one. 

Second Woodman: Yes, I am sure 
it will. 

IV 

Shall I tell you about the log that was 
once a tall, straight tree? 

It did not help build a house. 

It did not make a baby ’s cradle. 

It did not make a bright fire. 

It helped to make a fine, large ship. 
The ship goes sailing over the sea. 




WHAT SEASON IS IT? 

When the brook begins to go 
Rushing to the sea ; 

When the birds begin to sing, 

And leaves bud on the tree- — 
What season is it ? 

When the leaf buds all have grown 
To make a leafy crown, 

And leafy trees beside the brook 
On leafy trees look down — 
What season is it ? 


When the leaves of red and gold 
Go drifting from a tree, 

And fall into the water blue 
And sail away to sea — 

What season is it ? 

When the brook no longer can 
Go singing to the sea, 

And no bird sings about its eggs, 
In any forest tree — 

What season is it ? 



TUEN OVEE 


A-riddle, a-riddle, a-riddle-ma-re ! 
There ’s a riddle about a forest tree, 
And another about a honeybee — 
Turn the page over. 


A-riddle, a-riddle, a-riddle-ma-ra ! 

There ’s a riddle about the close of day; 
And what you will think, 
can any one say ? 

Turn the page over. 


A-riddle, a-riddle, a-riddle-ma-ro ! 

There ’s a riddle about a shining how. 
You will find two pages of riddles, 
and so — 

Turn the page over, 


KIDDLES 


What stands up straight 
With a leafy crown, 
While under the moss 
Its roots go down? 

What singing goes 
Through a leafy tree, 
Besides a bird 

And a humming bee? 
What is as busy 
As busy can be, 

That there may be honey 
For you and for me ? 

What comes in the sky 
On a springtime day, 
When the rain and the sun 
Together play ? 


MOEE RIDDLES 


Who works all day, 

While the forest rings, 
As his shining ax 

He swings and swings ? 

And what has arms 
That turning go. 
Whenever the merry 
Breezes blow ? 

What rock and dip 
As they sailing go. 

O’er the deep blue sea. 
When the breezes blow? 

And can you tell 
What goes to rest. 

When the sun drowses into 
The golden west ? 


WHEN THE SUN DEOWSES INTO 
THE WEST 

When the sun drowses into the west, 
the little birds go to rest. 

They flutter into their nests. 

The wind rocks the nests, 

and the birds rest all night long. 

When the sun drowses into the west, 
the bees go to rest. 

All day they make honey. 

At night they rest in the hive. 

When the sun drowses into the west, 
the lambs go to rest. 

All day they play in the meadows. 

At night they rest 

beside the mother sheep. 


When the sun drowses into the west, 
the flowers go to rest. 

They drop their heads, 

and rest all night long. 

I KNOW 

Who taught the first little girl how 
to rest ? 

I know, I know ! 

The good little birds flutter hack 
to the nest. 

And each pretty flower-bud knows 
it is best 

To sleep when the sun drowses 
into the west ; 

They taught her to rest, 

I know. 


Abbie Farwell Brown. 


LULLABIES 


Mothers sing their babies to rest, when 
the sun drowses into the west. 
Each baby puts its head 

upon its mother’s breast. 

Then the baby’s mother sings a lullaby. 
While the day grows dark and still, 
she sings a lullaby. 

Some mothers sing, 

“ Eock-a-bye, Baby, 

Upon the tree-top; 

When the wind blows. 

The cradle will rock ; 

When the bough breaks. 

The cradle will fall; 

And down will come Baby 
And cradle and all ; 

And down will come Baby 
And cradle and all.” 



The shepherd watches his sheep. 

In the shepherd’s home, the mother 
sings to the baby. 

She sings to him about his father. 

She sings : 

“Sleep, Baby, sleep! 

Thy father is watching the sheep ! 
Thy mother is shaking the dreamland 
tree. 

And down drops a little dream on thee. 
Sleep, Baby, sleep ! ” 


The sailor is far out on the wide sea. 
His ship is sailing home. 

It is sailing, sailing home. 

The sailor is coming home to his baby. 
The silver moon is shining. 

It shines on the silver sea. 

The wind sings to the baby. 

It sings, “ Sleep and rest, sleep and rest.” 
The sea sings to the baby. 

It sings, 

« Sleep and rest, sleep and rest. 
Father will come to thee soon.” 

The mother sings to the baby. 

She sings : 

“ Sleep and rest, sleep and rest. 
Father will come to thee soon. 
Best, rest, on mother’s breast. 
Father will come to thee soon.” 


SLEEP AND REST 


Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, 

Father will come to thee soon ; 

Rest, rest, on mother’s breast. 

Father will come to thee soon ; 
Father will come to his babe in the nest. 
Silver sails all out of the west 
Under the silver moon ; 

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, 
sleep. 


Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 


A NEST IN THE APPLE TKEE 

This is a nest 
In an apple tree ; 

One, two, three, four 
Blue eggs you see. 

The mother bird sits 
On the nest all day; 
And her wings are over 
The nest, this way. 

The father bird sings 
By the nest in the tree, 

“We are happy, oh, happy. 

As happy can be ! ” 

The small birds come ; 
They grow ; and one day, 
They fly and they fly, 
Away, far away. 






HEY, SAILOE! HO, SAILOE! 

Lad ; Hey, sailor ! Ho, sailor ! 

What did you bring to me ? 

Sailor: I brought you a little sea- 
horse, lad. 

From far across the sea. 

Lad : Hey, sailor ! Ho, sailor ! 

Does the little horse trot or 
swim? 

Sailor : Oh, he swims just like a fish, 
lad— 

In the sea I captured him. 

Lad : Hey, sailor ! Ho, sailor ! 

Will you take me across the 
main? 

Sailor : Oh, yes, when you are grown, 
lad — 

Across and back again. 


THE SEASONS 


The seasons are spring, summer, 
autumn, and winter. 

When leaves begin to grow, it is . 

When the trees have leafy green crowns, 
it is . 

When the trees have leaves of red 
and gold, it is . 

When there are no leaves on the trees, 
it is . 

When there are pretty eggs in the nests, 
it is . 

When there are no eggs and no little 
birds in the nest, it is . 

When the brook begins to run 
to the sea, it is . 

When the brook cannot run, it is . 


THE TOILERS 


1. What we will do when we grow up, 
Not one of us can say; 

But let us tell 
What we ’d like well 
To do when we ’re grown, some day. 

2. I will be a drummer, 

A drummer I will he. 

A-ruh-a-dum-dum 
I’ll heat the drum, 

And the soldiers will march with me ! 

3. I will be a shepherd, 

If I may have my will; 

I’ll watch the sheep. 

While the bright stars peep, 
And the night is cold and still. 


4. 1 will be a sailor, 

For I love the deep blue sea; 
I love the white sails 
And the tropical gales — 
Yes, a sailor I will be. 


6. I will be a woodman 
In a forest far away; 

My ax I ’ll swing, 

It shall ring and ring, 
When I am grown some day. 

1. I like all the toilers 

On the land and on the sea. 

I like them all well; 

Oh, how can I tell 
WTiich toiler I will be? 


3B 

THE GINGERBEEAD BOY 

Once upon a time there were a little old 
woman and a little old man. 

One day the little old woman made 
a hoy out of gingerbread. 

She put it into the oven to bake. 

By and by she opened the oven door, 
to see if it was done. 

Out jumped the Gingerbread Boy! 

Away he ran, out of the door 
and down the road. 

The little old woman and the little 
old man ran after him. 

But the Gingerbread Boy looked back 
and called out. 



“Eun! run! as fast as you can! 
You can’t catch me, 

I ’m the Gingerbread Man ! ” 

And they could not catch him. 



The little Gingerbread Boy ran 
on and on. 

Soon he came to a cow. 

“ Stop, little Gingerbread Boy,” 
said the cow; “I should like 
to eat you.” 

But the little Gingerbread Boy called 
out. 


“I have run away 

from a little old woman, 

And a little old man, 

And I can run away from you, 

I can ! ” 

The cow ran after him. 

But the Gingerbread Boy looked back 
and called, 

“Eun! run! as fast as you can! 
You can’t catch me, 

I ’m the Gingerbread Man ! ” 

And the cow could not catch him. 



The little Gingerbread Boy ran on and 
on. 

Soon he came to a horse. 

“Please stop, little Gingerbread Boy,” 
said the horse; “you look very good 
to eat.” 

But the little Gingerbread Boy called 
out, 

“ I have run away 

from a little old woman, 

A little old man, 

A cow. 

And I can run away from you, 

I can ! ” 

The horse ran after him. 

But the Gingerbread Boy looked back 
and called. 


« Eun ! run ! as fast as you can ! 
You can’t catch me, 

I ’m the Gingerbread Man ! ” 

And the horse could not catch him. 



By and by the little Gingerbread Boy 
came to a field where a man 
was working. 


The man saw him running, and called, 
“ Do not run so fast, 

little Gingerbread Boy; you look 
very good to eat.” 


But the little Gingerbread Boy ran 
faster and faster. 

As he ran, he called, 

“ I have run away 

from a little old woman, 

A little old man, 

A cow, 

A horse. 

And I can run away from you, 


lean!” 





The man in the field ran after him. 
But the Gingerbread Boy looked back 
and called out. 


« Run ! run ! as fast as you can ! 
You can’t catch me, 

I ’m the Gingerbread Man ! ” 

And the man could not catch him. 


Then the little Gingerbread Boy 
saw a fox. 

By this time, the little Gingerbread Boy 
was very pleased with himself. 
He was pleased that he could run 
so fast. 

So he called out to the fox, 

“I have run away 

from a little old woman, 

A little old man, 

A cow, 

A horse, 

A man in a field. 


And I can run away from you, 

I can! 

Eun ! run ! as fast as you can I 
You can’t catch me, 

I ’m the Gingerbread Man ! ” 

«0 ho!” called the fox, “we will see 
about that ! ” 

The Gingerbread Boy ran just as fast 
as he could. 

But the fox could run faster. 


He caught the little Gingerbread Boy, 
and ate him up. 



EED, BLUE, A^T) GOLD 

What is red, red, red? 

A rose by the garden wall — 

A dear little rose 

and a sweet little rose. 

That grows on a rose tree tall. 

What is blue, blue, blue? 

The sky on a bright spring day; 
And the pretty brook 
that singing goes. 

Is blue as it runs on its way. 

And what is gold, gold, gold? 
The sun that rides on high, 

The daisy’s eye 
in the meadow, 

And the wings of a butterfly. 


WHAT I LOVE 

The daisies white are dear to me, 

I love their golden eyes; 

I love the gold of the butterfly 
And the blue of the brooks and skies. 
But when a rose, a little red rose, 
Nods to me from the wall, 

I say, «0 rose, O dear little rose, 

I love you best of all!” 




WHICH? 

Which is Lucy Locket ? 
Which is Kitty Fisher? 
Which is Little Jack Horner? 
Which is Mrs. Horner? 



AND WHICH? 

Which is Bobby Shafto ? 
Which is Little Boy Blue? 
Which is Little Miss Muffet? 
Which, is Mrs. Muffet ? 



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